Everyone is watching your moves Kinda like a paper in desert winds Yet I still remember feelings Wasted our chance at the other side
Still I'm bleeding along the sky
I've fallen to the ground Somehow it's suddenly out of my sight For each time that I've wasted There's been an absence of subtle abuse Yet I still keep coming back
Still I'm bleeding along the sky
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